Chapter 2755
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Ye Jian, who had packed several used paper towels, was shocked. She didn't expect him to turn around suddenly. She realized that the paper towels she had cleaned were stained with blood and her face was so red that Ye Jian, who was about to shed blood, immediately blocked the paper towels with a bunch of pants.
"What are you doing when you suddenly turn around!" The voice was loud and dry.
Xia Jinyuan had seen the tissue and said: "we are injured and bleeding in training. The gauze is often stained with blood. You don't have to be so nervous. The more nervous you are, the more you are."
his low sharp voice line is smiling, and he is lazy. The casual tone makes Ye Jian feel seven up and eight down. She can't help but ask, "what's the more?"
It's just a door-to-door call to bully him.
The fingers kept picking up the eyebrows of Xia Xianyuan, who was relaxing her muscles, and the smile was murmuring in the pretty face blurred by the oil color. "The more I think about the blood on it"
a heart mentioned that the leaf Jane in the middle of the sky smelled that blushing was nothing. The purples of the ear roots were like the blushing rouge, which stained her slender white neck with rouge at the speed visible to the naked eye.
Red to pink jade, in the sun is still shining.
The most beautiful scenery and the most beautiful painting in the mountain, and she is the most attractive demon in the beautiful painting. The charm flowing from the eyebrow naturally makes Xia Jinyuan only feel that he has a fire in his heart, which makes his throat dry.
Several movements of spitting and swallowing have not moistened the dry throat and eyes.
Ye Jian, who is so shy that she can't stop breathing deeply, is so humiliating. How can he say these shameful words.
In fact, there was no accident.
Since she knew him, he has been approaching himself step by step in such a seemingly untidy way. At last, he has netted her into his arms, making her willing to stay with him and never want to go anywhere again.
"Bluebird"
Ye Jian, with her head bowed, heard his voice muffled.
Ye Jian, who was thinking about things in her heart, didn't respond for a moment what was his voice depression.
She did not immediately look up, hesitated to look up.
Blushing still, the shyness in her eyes did not go down, but his body temperature came from her calf, what was the depression in her voice?
Does he have any other ideas?
The next second, Xia Jinyuan suddenly leaned forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Ye Jian with fierce action, which made her subconscious to lean back. Then, there was a strong hand in her waist to prevent her from moving too hard.
Because of the astringency of the waist, Ye Jian didn't sit up completely when she was cleaning up. Now, she is half reclining, putting all her focus on his hands holding her waist, and Ye Jian's joints are beginning to suffer.
"Lie down slowly and don't hurt your waist."
The man's repressed voice can stretch a little bit of something else. At last, Ye Jian, who is on the side of her head, faces him face to face, with his breath in her nose.
The distance is so close that Ye Jian can see clearly that there is a small vortex in his dark eyes. He looks down at her, and the small vortex is getting bigger and deeper, which seems to absorb her soul.
Look at her, slowly close, finally he Qingjun forehead against the leaf Jane's forehead, the distance between the tip of their noses is less than one centimeter, two people's lips close to him a little more can kiss.
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Ye Jian, who had packed several used paper towels, was shocked. She didn't expect him to turn around suddenly. She realized that the paper towels she had cleaned were stained with blood and her face was so red that Ye Jian, who was about to shed blood, immediately blocked the paper towels with a bunch of pants.
"What are you doing when you suddenly turn around!" The voice was loud and dry.
Xia Jinyuan had seen the tissue and said: "we are injured and bleeding in training. The gauze is often stained with blood. You don't have to be so nervous. The more nervous you are, the more you are."
his low sharp voice line is smiling, and he is lazy. The casual tone makes Ye Jian feel seven up and eight down. She can't help but ask, "what's the more?"
It's just a door-to-door call to bully him.
The fingers kept picking up the eyebrows of Xia Xianyuan, who was relaxing her muscles, and the smile was murmuring in the pretty face blurred by the oil color. "The more I think about the blood on it"
a heart mentioned that the leaf Jane in the middle of the sky smelled that blushing was nothing. The purples of the ear roots were like the blushing rouge, which stained her slender white neck with rouge at the speed visible to the naked eye.
Red to pink jade, in the sun is still shining.
The most beautiful scenery and the most beautiful painting in the mountain, and she is the most attractive demon in the beautiful painting. The charm flowing from the eyebrow naturally makes Xia Jinyuan only feel that he has a fire in his heart, which makes his throat dry.
Several movements of spitting and swallowing have not moistened the dry throat and eyes.
Ye Jian, who is so shy that she can't stop breathing deeply, is so humiliating. How can he say these shameful words.
In fact, there was no accident.
Since she knew him, he has been approaching himself step by step in such a seemingly untidy way. At last, he has netted her into his arms, making her willing to stay with him and never want to go anywhere again.
"Bluebird"
Ye Jian, with her head bowed, heard his voice muffled.
Ye Jian, who was thinking about things in her heart, didn't respond for a moment what was his voice depression.
She did not immediately look up, hesitated to look up.
Blushing still, the shyness in her eyes did not go down, but his body temperature came from her calf, what was the depression in her voice?
Does he have any other ideas?
The next second, Xia Jinyuan suddenly leaned forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Ye Jian with fierce action, which made her subconscious to lean back. Then, there was a strong hand in her waist to prevent her from moving too hard.
Because of the astringency of the waist, Ye Jian didn't sit up completely when she was cleaning up. Now, she is half reclining, putting all her focus on his hands holding her waist, and Ye Jian's joints are beginning to suffer.
"Lie down slowly and don't hurt your waist."
The man's repressed voice can stretch a little bit of something else. At last, Ye Jian, who is on the side of her head, faces him face to face, with his breath in her nose.
The distance is so close that Ye Jian can see clearly that there is a small vortex in his dark eyes. He looks down at her, and the small vortex is getting bigger and deeper, which seems to absorb her soul.
Look at her, slowly close, finally he Qingjun forehead against the leaf Jane's forehead, the distance between the tip of their noses is less than one centimeter, two people's lips close to him a little more can kiss.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
Ye Jian, who had packed several used paper towels, was shocked. She didn't expect him to turn around suddenly. She realized that the paper towels she had cleaned were stained with blood and her face was so red that Ye Jian, who was about to shed blood, immediately blocked the paper towels with a bunch of pants. "What are you doing when you suddenly turn around!" The voice was loud and dry. Xia Jinyuan had seen the tissue and said: "we are injured and bleeding in training. The gauze is often stained with blood. You don't have to be so nervous. The more nervous you are, the more you are." his low sharp voice line is smiling, and he is lazy. The casual tone makes Ye Jian feel seven up and eight down. She can't help but ask, "what's the more?" It's just a door-to-door call to bully him. The fingers kept picking up the eyebrows of Xia Xianyuan, who was relaxing her muscles, and the smile was murmuring in the pretty face blurred by the oil color. "The more I think about the blood on it" a heart mentioned that the leaf Jane in the middle of the sky smelled that blushing was nothing. The purples of the ear roots were like the blushing rouge, which stained her slender white neck with rouge at the speed visible to the naked eye. Red to pink jade, in the sun is still shining. The most beautiful scenery and the most beautiful painting in the mountain, and she is the most attractive demon in the beautiful painting. The charm flowing from the eyebrow naturally makes Xia Jinyuan only feel that he has a fire in his heart, which makes his throat dry. Several movements of spitting and swallowing have not moistened the dry throat and eyes. Ye Jian, who is so shy that she can't stop breathing deeply, is so humiliating. How can he say these shameful words. In fact, there was no accident. Since she knew him, he has been approaching himself step by step in such a seemingly untidy way. At last, he has netted her into his arms, making her willing to stay with him and never want to go anywhere again. "Bluebird" Ye Jian, with her head bowed, heard his voice muffled. Ye Jian, who was thinking about things in her heart, didn't respond for a moment what was his voice depression. She did not immediately look up, hesitated to look up. Blushing still, the shyness in her eyes did not go down, but his body temperature came from her calf, what was the depression in her voice? Does he have any other ideas? The next second, Xia Jinyuan suddenly leaned forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Ye Jian with fierce action, which made her subconscious to lean back. Then, there was a strong hand in her waist to prevent her from moving too hard. Because of the astringency of the waist, Ye Jian didn't sit up completely when she was cleaning up. Now, she is half reclining, putting all her focus on his hands holding her waist, and Ye Jian's joints are beginning to suffer. "Lie down slowly and don't hurt your waist." The man's repressed voice can stretch a little bit of something else. At last, Ye Jian, who is on the side of her head, faces him face to face, with his breath in her nose. The distance is so close that Ye Jian can see clearly that there is a small vortex in his dark eyes. He looks down at her, and the small vortex is getting bigger and deeper, which seems to absorb her soul. Look at her, slowly close, finally he Qingjun forehead against the leaf Jane's forehead, the distance between the tip of their noses is less than one centimeter, two people's lips close to him a little more can kiss. Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
